Babcia Lyrics

Stairway

Up the stairway she took the fairway

Just a young pup a lot of leeway

But she gets sleezy

To make money

Whatever it takes

There's nothing left to take

Locked and stored away

Just waiting till' may

Her payday

The night is long as the day is long

All she has to listen to is this song

Ring the bell

She under a sick spell

Can't tell

Can't spell

Smells

Nowhere to go

Nowhere to hide

Hardly inside

Cockroaches inside

So she divides

She has to provide

She has no time to enjoy life

Lost her pride

She had to decide what is right

To help her own life or fight for their lives

Every morning walking down the south side

A good life is what she's tryna find

But you know mine is fine

Jesus turned water to wine

She doesn't dine

No one knows her

No one likes her

Everyone stares at her

But no one cares for her

She's getting kind of sick of it

Lying around in this dump of a pit that she's livin' in

Born to sin

Hard days long nights

Two hours of sleep

Turn that to 2x3 plus fifty hours of work in a week

Who is she paying to get by

How can you get by when you hardly survive the night

In the cold nights she finds a knife

She carves out drawings of better days

There aren't better days

She could be locked away

But everyone stays cause

She has five kids that she has to care for

When the rain pours she cries

It lands in her eyes

No roof over her head what a surprise

Everyday she tries to make her way out

She's not living for herself anymore because she is lost

She just lives so her kids can be found

But they not even proud cause they're just kids

They don't understand that it's always been like this

But they tough kids

They'll be good kids

Is it worth it

Probably not kids

Soon they'll be workin'

Nah, it's not worth it

Who is she paying to get by

How can you get by

When you hardly survive the night

In the cold nights she finds a knife

She carves out drawings of better days

There aren't better days

She could be locked away

But everyday she stays cause

She has five kids that she has to care for

When the rain pours she cries

It lands in her eyes

No roof over her head what a surprise

Everyday she tries to make her way out

She's not living' for herself anymore because she's lost

She just lives so her kids can be found

But they not even proud cause they just kids

They don't understand that it's always been like this

But they tough kids

They'll be good kids

Is it worth it

Probably not kids

Soon they'll be workin'

Probably not kids

Is it worth it

Nah, it smells

Ringing the bells

Hopin' that one day they'll find the smell

Of the good life, the good life

They need it

They good life

What they gonna find

Nowhere to go

She just has to provide

Everyday she out late at night

Tryna work, collect that paper

What does she stand for

It's an odor